Violet didn't know how long she'd been screaming, an hour or two? It felt like an eternity since Griffin, no, The Beast, had tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of flour and taken off.
They hadn't just been running. He had been leaping from one treetop to another, over gorges, across cliffs and through clouds, for all she knew.
The world had become a blur of wind, roaring leaves, and nausea. It was just endless suffocating trees. So when he finally stopped, it took Violet a second to realize the blur had stopped.
He dropped her unceremoniously onto the ground and the moment her feet touched solid earth, Violet's legs gave out with a dramatic tremble. Her knees hit the mossy forest floor, and she crawled weakly forward, only to hurl up whatever remained in her stomach. She gagged and retched until there was nothing left.
